#miya.

                  the cold never bothered me anyway was a cliche of a song for kids, but to be honest, something miya was very familiar with. not only the cold of the breeze that swung over the trees and slammed doors, made people shut their windows and were physically hard to endure but also the one that comes from others. those that are recognized in the eyes, easy to understand by words, and surprisingly easy to live with after that’s all you can tell from affection. her family wasn’t exactly cordial with their emotions, all they cared about was money and their relation with traditionality. her father is a very proper and prim politician, who steals from the capital of his endorsements to buy his wife seaside houses or just pay a visit to brothels. mom was too inebriated to care, drizzling in social gathers that brought her the visibility that her husband never did, mannerism as fake as her hardcore. meanwhile, the sister that was cut from the same cloth was the child of pride, the golden frame hung on the wall to showcase their ability to create a masterpiece when a soul was actually never found inside, she was a wolf in a lamb's sheet. miya wasn’t much different though, after all this was still her family, the one that carefully put her in this world to become someone they expected her to be, the same one that brought her gifts -- shiny things, that allowed her spirit to grow. there was nothing different from her and the people that made this earth her own to conquer, she didn’t want to be separated from them even if at some point she knew they would. so you see, all her relationships were clouded by the fear of attachment, which was terrible to pin down as such when you ran to another country to let those strings loose. the cords that made connections from japan to south korea were thin but exceptionally tight. and hard it was to find replace such golden core, miya fought very long, very tirelessly to never quiver from that but somehow she still wanted them to shake, change, maybe that would set a different pattern. as someone who liked too much plaid, traditions were a thing she was stuck with despite cordialities. it didn’t matter if you are an object of flirtation, of friendship, acquaintance, or just sexual relations -- you’re nothing for miya hideyoshi. nothing when compared to what she believes in and that list was short filled: her family, second herself followed by money, good intentions, and ambitious thoughts. then inevitably it comes all the other people that she found in that complex thing named university, in which the hardest part was to remain social and not a great student with good grades. tests? assignments? classes? that came as a taking hobbie for miya, she was interested in learning to become a successful person -- ambitious thoughts -- so little would come in the way of that. going out? meeting people? making relationships? despite having good words, speaking eloquently, being exceptionally gorgeous, and with good taste, this was still a great deal to ensure. of course, she had bomi, who was a good girl, but even miya couldn’t tell if she was with her for the good fortune of money or just for her company, being suspicious was an errand run in her blood. her solitude wasn’t something she was proud of but neither something that exactly bothered her. she should’ve checked with the tenant for a profile of her neighbors, she knew her assistant security, who she infamously called kenshi, had done a check of all the people living in her apartment but she didn’t care to look. she didn’t care about others specifically, so there was no point in it when she knew they were just rich students. taegon was just a rich boy, at first glance she took him for a fuckboy, which to be honest, made it easier to sleep with him thinking he’d be good at it. for her surprise -- different from most rich boys -- he had a heart, a brain and very much taken care of by himself. those things wouldn’t bother her much in the past, she had slept with a few boys that were just genuinely soft before but none of these lived right next door to her, and none of these were taegon. believing in destiny wasn’t something she’d do, let alone romance. so to be sitting on the same couch with him at a social gathering in his house, champagne in hands, chanel bag on her side, little black dress complimenting her body, and now -- his hand casually sliding down her back. she shivered a little because his hand was warm, something she was not used to comforting her with so much simplicity. looking directly at him with puzzling eyes but in a way that didn’t interrupt his conversation. did he notice that? did he do that on purpose? taegon was just too active with friends -- different from miya --, he was something that was brighter in social gatherings, he made everyone feel at ease and had a natural charm. so much for staying neutral, traditional, and well-put in another country. that boy was the reason for her slow dismay and the worst thing is that he probably had no idea of such, greatly for miya’s reputation but indeed a terrible notion to his own pure intentions. miya tilted her glass a few times, shaking the liquid inside before putting it all down her throat at once. that stupid touch was confusing, she didn’t like that. so if the alcohol in her body wasn’t enough, she took control of her situation once again and inclined to softly break in his ear with a whispery, dedicated voice: ‘ what are you doing? ’ miya let her lashes make sense of the sentence as if there was nothing beyond innocent in her words. as quickly as that she noticed taegon’s attention switching to her completely, bewitched with some sort of magic. finally letting her hands do what they were desperate to do since the beginning of the evening, explore his body by going from her sides to his chest, neck, and then face, bringing his cheeks together for a quick peck on the lips. ‘ behave yourself, taegon. it’s better for you if you do. ’ the girl smiled gracefully, still a little shaken from her own thoughts. if this was gonna put her through hell for being so openly committed so sentiments, her vulnerability would let it slide just this once, for the sake of him. for the sake of his heart, not hers. of course, fun still had something to do with it, like it always does but with good intentions, she ought to do what only lovers do.

Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

depends on the swing, what kind are you talking about? as i kid i always liked the stuff with motion, maybe i was just getting ready for it but now that i am an adult, i am more sophisticated so i’d like to know what kind of device first. 

Coffee Or Tea?

do i look like a pussy that drinks tea? who am i queen elizabeth? god save the queen though for having to deal with drinking tea while saving the europe, it takes balls. coffee but make it double, actually make it a shot. 

what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

some guy choices, i always make the worst ones when drunk because i’m not seeing it clearly and i tend to get too generous. i also called my dad drunk once but he didn’t answer, thankfully.

what is your night time routine?

i don’t eat or drink anything besides water after eight pm, then i do my skincare routine which takes about half an hour. i try to not look at my phone and just sleep peacefully, but i’m a bitch and when i can’t sleep i say hell no and i go out.

what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

that’s quite… this is gonna sound ridiculous but: miya hideyoshi, stripping out the chanel and leaving the lingerie on. heavily inspired by the pussycat dolls song don’t cha, which is basically my spirit animal and i don’t lie.